Writing: WP2 - Rust and gold

Part of a series of short writing prompts I did for the TN universe.

Writing prompt 2: Rust and gold

The short-haired woman laid back to the rusty barrel and sighed in discomfort. She turned her right hand's fingers towards her head while plunging her left one into a puddle nearby. Cool spray of water soon flew to the face that was so tired after the all-day rush.
- Bram, for God's sake, do something with the fans! – She shouted on her strong and deep, yet feminine voice. – I can't take this heat anymore!
- I'm trying, darling, I'm trying! – A short brown haired male head went out from behind a barrel in front of the woman. – This tech is a pile of dogshit, but I keep on trying! I'm not an engineer, so please be god damn patient!
She combed her one-sided dark red hair to the left, to expose the shaved part of her head. She then wiped sweat down from that part of her head. Among these conditions, she was really satisfied with her hairstyle; for a long time, she hated being prejudged by the Mohawk haircut, as she looked like bandits, but since she and Bram became the Reaper Duo, she did not care out such things anymore.
After another sigh and some seconds of silence, she looked up to the night sky, to the familiar, yet strange dark red stripe. It started near to the horizon, and went through the entire scenery, ending on the other side of the horizon and bearing a blanch red oval form in the middle.
- The Beacon World is directly above us. – She said. – What time does it mean in the current season?
- About midnight, if I recall correctly. – The man answered. – Check the spreadsheet we got on Uveiel.
- Fuck no, you think I start looking for that right now?!
- Lora please! – He shouted. – I'm also tired, so don't piss me off further!
- Why did you have the bright idea to visit an artificial planet at all?!
Bram stood up to a barrel, with a medium-sized metal fan in his lap and a screwdriver in his hand.
- Look, if we want to find the Aurost homeland, only Anubis can help! I'm also sick of all those metallic trees and such, but this is the only place we can contact him without crossing another series of warps. And the LAST thing we need is to get caught by the TraPol.
The woman spat to a corner.
- No one gives a fuck on Uveiel anyways…
- Because it's the Borderrealm. The only place where we are in safe. But we shouldn't take that easy, it's just a matter of time one of the warps turns suddenly and opens gateway to a Cloudan planet.
- Don't even say…the cold shakes me when I see those malformed mutants.
- And Anubis hates them as much as we do. So we're in safe only here.
- But Bram, my dear… - Lora sat up, slowly taking off her dark gray armor vest. – You think we'll be released by an AI after getting the info?
- Well… - The male put down the screwdriver and placed the fan in front of her. – Whatever orders he gives, I doubt he won't help by placing us to another, likely not Republican planet. He's not irrational…and taking the Aurost Fatherland into account…is quite positive.
- Our only alien allies.
- The biggest ones at least. – Bram turned on the fan; it worked. Quite loudly, but the Silverish device produced wind – that flew directly to the bust of the Mohawk-haired woman.
- Ah, that' fantastic! Thank you, darling! – She turned up her head in a smile. The male stepped as close as he could, while the woman closed her eyes, leant down and gave her a kiss – a "French kiss" as it was known in the Old Earth Ages. She requited it with her tongue and the caress of her head on his face; soon, the male put his hand down through her cleavage, grabbing her right breast below the shirt.
- Not now, asshole! – The woman whispered when they took a small pause in kiss.
- I doubt you can sleep next to the fan buzz and the machinery noises from below anyway. – He smiled.
- Bram, you told me that the transistor fields are near…we must sleep.
- Hey, you won't be the last woman who made love on a machine planet. But I can give you an ukulele serenade if you want the atmosphere.
Lora laughed, gently biting the lower lips of the male; the male who still caressed her breast.
- Dork! – She said. – I can't believe you still have that!
- Hey, it's from our Uveielan friends! I won't lose it until we go back to any surface. – Bram smiled, and his partner did so, in some seconds of silence; but it was interrupted as the male's index finger slowly approached the nipple of the woman, starting caressing that. Seeing her blush, he asked:
- So? Do you want some fun, after a tough hike?
The woman grabbed his dark purple clothing at his neck, dragging him down, kissing her again, and whispered:
- Go to the tent and undress, I'll follow you soon.
The man released her and started walking towards a pile of scrap; he bent below and soon disappeared as he was taking pieces of armor off of his leg and arm.


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